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The screen play's jammed, Gruden's eyes glaze
He envisions advances but they always get scorched when they’re playing away
Joe Barry’s defense looking homely
The special teams ranking is lowly
Let's play at home again, I can't face a loss on the road again

You can hide out in Ashburn and study your pain
From blows outs in New England to close losses in the rain
Fans might be prayin' in vain for a win outside the DMV
They're mediocre, that's understood
Their salvation's a division where no one is any good
With a chance to make the playoffs now
Hey, what else can they do now?

Except roll out to Chi-Town and take the field against Wilbon's Bears
And try to beat them so bad that he's crying into his pocket square
We got a real good chance to win the East, and bring the playoffs back to DC
Climb in back the Bandwagon's getting back on track

Oh, now, their fate's in their hands
If they can win south of Virginia or north of Maryland
But right now, they're 0-fer the road, 0-fer the road, 0-fer the road
We’re cryin’ out until a victory is sealed
I’d advocate a triumph away from Fed Ex Field
Oh oh oh oh, fer the road
Getting old, being O...fer the road